Dear HP,
You told me yesterday that you didn’t want to say goodbye. Maybe it’s selfish of me to write these letters, but maybe it’s a little nicer to do that, too - at least it’s a memory to live on with, right? I think there was a while when I didn’t want to be known, and I didn’t want to be remembered, but I’m not sure I feel that way anymore. Spare me so I can say goodbye.

You really surprised me, you know? I liked you from the start - you remind me of a paladin that I know, the two of you’d get on fucking famously - but I wasn’t sure we’d ever really get to be friends, or that we’d have much in common. Imagine my fucking surprise.

Writing this letter to you makes me think about faith. Course it does, right? I was fucking terrified of having any, for most of my life. I thought I’d devote myself one way, and then had that choice taken away from me. It turned out to be right, but it makes me think about you, and the life you chose to live. Devoting yourself to a god, any god, makes a big impact on your life, doesn’t it? Having the choice to walk that path on your own can give you guidance. I think you’ve given me a lot of guidance, too. I don’t know much about your god, but I think they’d be proud of you, for the things you’ve done here. Faith is patient and kinder than I really thought it was; faith recognizes your mistakes and helps you up after them. I hope you’ll be as kind to yourself as your god would be.

Thanks. For letting me lean on you. You said some stuff to me that meant a lot more than I think you realized. I appreciate how honest you are, how - even if you’re a little shy (hah!) you’re open with the way you feel about others. We’ve got that in common, too. And more than once, you showed up and told me exactly what I needed to hear: can’t thank you enough, for that.

I hope you succeed in your mission. And - I told you a few weeks ago, when you’re ready to cross over, it’d be a fucking honor to be the one to guide you there.

… I’ll be around. Keep an eye out for ravens. You might be surprised.

Thank you for everything, HP. Love you.
Sincerely,
Vax’ildan.